This is a song about "Og westside stoners st clicka"

They burn on every block

Now you know that im the og

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Always stay straped is what my og told me

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

We popping bottles, it don't stop

You wanna be an og,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Westside/ flow like im from bedstide/ make a nigga tremble

Will who are you? an o.g?...

And don't make vibrations stop